Where’s my time;
Where’s my baby?
Where has she gone?
What power’s taken her from me?
It’s a rainy day;
The power of emotion won’t sweep the clouds away;
Indeed, they draw closer with my every thought.
Gaze of granite, turn to stone
All the work-worn limbs
Of flesh and bone.
Everything in motion
Moving fast 'round me:
Drawn in by long-held nervous breaths
I never speak for what I see.